KAmber
Reverse Grip Apologist
[fruit of labor.]
Leigh leans back, bangs their head against the chain link fence. It rattles again, this time with an abnormal dent where their head impacted. Sound. Sound works both ways, both ears. It’s there, it’s normal.
Gold-rimmed, round glasses. A square cotton patch over one eye.
Something about them seemed unnatural. Tranquil. Like they could stare down a cobra without blinking if they tried.
Leigh blinks.
“I can’t live your life, it’s too fragile.”
The flat of their hand quells the l vibration of the fence.
“Do you think you have enough?”
Kikimura